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The vehicle slowly came to a stop, and the atmosphere around suddenly became heavy. V could only perceive the surrounding environment through sound and slight touch. He felt himself being dragged out of the car, the rough movements causing pain in his body, but more so, a sense of unease and confusion in his mind. His heart pounded, and although he couldn't see, he could feel the tense atmosphere in the air.
"We have arrived... The boss wants to see you in person. Please remember your place," the deep voice sounded again, as if warning him, while also conveying a subtle, almost imperceptible sense of respect. V realized that he might be facing high-ranking members of the Arasaka family, or even possibly Arasaka Saburo himself.
Two Arasaka soldiers mercilessly dragged V through one corridor after another. Despite the pitch-black surroundings, V could sense the changing space around him, from narrow passageways to expansive halls, each step seeming to bring him closer to the unknown "authority."
Though filled with various speculations and worries, V understood that he had no room for choice at the moment. He had to face whatever was coming, whether judgment or dialogue. As he was being dragged, V struggled to stay calm and analyze his possible options and strategies. He knew that facing a giant like Arasaka could lead to fatal consequences from any hasty actions.
Finally, the sound of footsteps stopped, and V felt himself being pushed into a more spacious area. The surrounding air seemed to have congealed, heavy and tense. The voice sounded again, "Please stand still, the master will be here soon." As the voice fell, V felt himself being released, but still unable to move, only able to quietly await the appearance of the "master" and the unfolding of all the unknown developments to come.
The soldiers of Arasaka had brought him here like executioners, then suddenly released him, leaving him alone to face the impending unknown. V's whole body fell weakly onto the cold floor, like a lifeless puppet, every nerve in his body crying out with exhaustion and resistance, but his consciousness was unusually clear. He knew deeply the situation he was in at this moment, as if he were a wild beast trapped in a corner by a hunter, waiting for the final judgment.
The surrounding air was filled with a heavy sense of oppression, and every second of waiting felt like an agonizing eternity. V struggled to regulate his breathing, trying to calm his mind, even though he knew it was almost an impossible task. In this silent world, the sound of his heartbeat seemed unusually loud, each beat a reminder that the next moment would be the most crucial in his life.
Suddenly, footsteps could be heard in the distance, slow and powerful, each step exuding unmatched authority. Even with blurred vision, V could feel the compelling presence drawing closer, the sense of oppression growing stronger. His intuition told him that the newcomer was undoubtedly Arasaka Saburo, one of the most mysterious and powerful figures in Night City. V's heart was filled with complex emotions—anger, helplessness, and even a hint of despair—but amidst this emotional turmoil, his will to survive was unusually strong.
At that moment, V took a deep breath, even though his body remained motionless, he tried to keep his inner calm, preparing to face what was about to come. He knew that facing Arasaka Saburo any careless move could lead him to an irreversible abyss, but deep inside V, there was an indomitable force quietly surging.
Arasaka Yorinobu's voice echoed in the spacious room, carrying an elusive contempt and sarcasm, as if enjoying a carefully orchestrated drama, and V was just a pitiful clown in it. V knelt on the cold ground, every word felt like sharp blades, cutting through his heart. His body seemed fixed in the abyss of time, unable to move, not even having the chance to defend himself.
"V... How many times have we met? The third time? Or the fourth?" Arasaka Yorinobu's voice was relaxed and full of sarcasm, as if toying with V's fate. In this world filled with high technology and virtual illusions, Arasaka Saburo's presence was like that of an omnipotent god, while V was just a pawn in his hands, ready to be discarded at any moment.
V struggled to lift his head, even just to catch a glimpse of him, but he found himself unable to do so. His whole body seemed to be tightly bound by invisible shackles, devoid of even the most basic right to resist. His heart was filled with anger and helplessness as Arasaka Saburo used his own son's body to taunt him, a behavior that seemed extremely pathological and twisted to V.
However, under this despair and humiliation, a strange calmness arose in V's heart. Perhaps it was because he had experienced too many failures and betrayals, to the point where he had become numb to the mockery from Arasaka Saburo. Or maybe deep inside him, a force was quietly gathering, waiting for the moment to erupt.
Regardless, V knew that this confrontation might be the most crucial turning point in his life. He silently vowed in his heart that no matter what happened next, he would no longer be a pawn at the mercy of others. Even if endless darkness and the unknown lay ahead, he would bravely face it and seek his own path.
Arasaka Saburo's command echoed in the empty room, as if pronouncing the end of V's fate, while also heralding a new beginning. "Remove the restrictions, Denchuu. This lapdog won't pose a threat to me," his voice was indifferent, devoid of any emotional fluctuations, as if dealing with a trivial matter.
Denchuu's voice sounded again, with hesitation and concern, "Sir... but is this appropriate?" Clearly, even as Arasaka Saburo's subordinate, he felt uneasy about this decision. Arasaka Saburo only responded coldly, "It's fine," as if he had already calculated all possible outcomes and was unconcerned about his own safety.
However, at this moment, an unexpected voice joined their conversation, "Dianchong... you don't need to worry, I will take responsibility for the safety of the adult." It was actually Oda. His appearance suddenly added a variable to the previously settled atmosphere. Oda's intervention undoubtedly supported Dianchong's hesitation and also provided a guarantee for V's imminent freedom.
With Oda's assurance, Dianchong finally took action. V felt the bindings on his body gradually disappear, and his limbs began to regain sensation. He could feel the temperature of the air flowing and hear the sound of his own breathing. Although still kneeling on the ground, he knew that what he was about to face would be a completely new turning point in his destiny.
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